"Where is the body now? I want to take a look, as well as the children who were victims. If possible, I would also like to take a look." After thinking about the image of the three bald men, I said to him seriously.
"Ah? What are you looking at that thing for? Even though it's evil, you're still looking at it!" Obviously, that person thought I was seeking death. In fact, from an outsider's perspective, the things I had done were similar to seeking death.
There are indeed quite a lot of things going on.
"I want to take two photos. If there are no photos, I won't give you the money. By then, both of us will be working in vain. You and I don't want this kind of result, right." I said,
Smiled kindly.
"Okay!" After much hesitation, the man reluctantly agreed, "But you have to listen to me when the time comes, otherwise, I won't be responsible for anything that happens!"
"That's natural." After we discussed it, I went to the village with him. Along the way, the informant told me some local anecdotes, some of which were relatively reliable, and some of which were highly subjective.
When some people noticed me, the informant cleverly told others that I was his distant relative, and I greeted them with a smile. In fact, if something like this happened, a tabloid reporter like me would
It's very unpopular. If they know that I work for those organizations that are the most trouble-making, it would be strange if they are not invited out by the gangsters.
There was nothing to say that day. Needless to say, the informant took me to the door of Zhang Dakui's house and then went to his house. There, he found me some clothes commonly used by the helpers, and we discussed it in the evening.
Look for opportunities to sneak in while eating.
Of course, I requested this. After hearing my thoughts, the informant named Zhang Ergou thought I was crazy, "What? If you go in alone at night, aren't you looking for death!?"
"Haha, it's okay. I have learned fighting and can handle it." I said with a rather conceited smile.
"But that's not a human, it's a ghost! Oh no, it's a zombie!" He said to me with his eyes wide open.
"It's almost the same. And, to be honest with you, I don't believe that there is such a thing in the world at all, and I have reservations about your words. The reason why I came with you is just because I think our readers
I should like the things you said. As for these photos, they are just for errands. Don’t worry, more than a minute is enough. You will answer me then and I will leave after taking pictures." I said after changing clothes.
"What if something happens?" The man was still worried and looked straight at me and muttered.
"I bought insurance, don't worry." I said with a smile.
"Damn, you're so funny." The man heard my teasing and couldn't help but grin.
Soon, it was dusk. Although this incident happened, the funeral at Zhang Dakui's family still did not stop.
The mourning hall was still there, the drum band was parked aside and having a meal, and incense, candles, paper horses and other things were everywhere. However, the mourning hall without a body seemed a bit empty. While blending in, I went to the mourning hall to burn a stick of incense and looked up.
Go, there is a smiling old lady looking at me in the photo.
I don’t know if it was influenced by Zhang Ergou’s ghost stories, but the sight of the old lady holding up the doorframe with half of her face exposed under the moonlight immediately came to my mind. To be honest, it was quite scary.
What surprised me was that the body was not placed in the mourning hall, but was locked in a rather closed warehouse. It must have been forced by someone. From here, it seems that the matter of eating children is quite serious.
With a little more credibility, I secretly took two photos outside. I took my card camera and sneaked to the side of the warehouse. According to the prior agreement, the informant stole the key and put me in, and then quickly locked the door.
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I asked him to wait for me at the door, but he had no intention of going in with me. When I got in, he pulled me. I knew this guy must be scared, but I ignored him.
When looking from the outside, I didn't notice that the house was actually a small bungalow most common in northern folk houses. It had a wooden beam structure and was a bit old and low. Moreover, it was quite closed inside, and even the windows used for lighting were blocked.
The thick dust was so thick and the sky was dark at dusk that I could hardly see anything standing inside.
I took out my mobile phone from my trouser pocket and long pressed the home button. Two LED flashlights immediately illuminated the room. I wanted to see how the body was parked, then took two photos and left quickly, but as the lights flashed,
A pair of eyes like light bulbs immediately appeared in front of me.
The eyes were so bright, they flickered slightly as I moved. The appearance of such a pair of things in mid-air startled me. My brain short-circuited for a second before I realized that the owner of those eyes turned out to be a man.
A cat, a very old cat.
The cat didn't know how many years it had lived. It had three colors of black, white and yellow scattered all over its body. It looked like it wasn't a very high-end breed, and its hair had fallen off in some places. Under the sparse hair, the pale skin was faintly visible.
visible.
If you look carefully, you will also find that this cat is missing an ear. What does not match its appearance is that this cat is extremely fat and has extremely sharp eyes. However, compared with those naive and cute fat cats, this cat is extremely fat.
The old cat is obviously not that lovable. It's not because he is ugly, but because his eyes are very uncomfortable.
It was lying on the corpse, staring at me with its big, squinted eyes. It was yellow, very cool, very calm, and very resentful, just like a jackal with malicious intentions in the snow. I am sure that here,
In the past twenty years, I have never seen such a pair of malicious eyes, although I have been a little afraid of old cats for a long time.
When I was a child, I grew up in a rural area. At that time, cats were very common in rural areas, some were domesticated and some were wild.
Generally speaking, people in my hometown would tie a red string around the necks of domestic cats to distinguish them from wild cats, because at that time, the ownerless wild cats were quite harmful. They loved to eat chickens, pigeons, etc.
Oh, the dried fat sausages and bacon, etc., people hated it so much that eventually, the villagers reached a consensus that if they caught a wild cat, they would hang it with a rope from a willow tree at the head of the village.
Most of the time, I saw dozens of old cats of different colors and patterns hanging on the willow tree at the head of the village. Soon, those wild cats were basically extinct, but over the years, the willow tree became more and more resentful.
The heavier the tree became, the more it died inexplicably. Of course, the haunting legend only started after the willow tree died.